I dreamed about Jimi HendrixHe came back for one dayWas born weepin' out of an eggThe mid-wife saidAnd straight away began to prayWith lifted head

He spent the early hoursCommuning with the morning starsAnd then he came over to my houseWhere he tried out my guitar

He was young and black and beautifulBig eyed, perfect skin an'He played my guitar like a lightning stormLike twirlin' feathers in the windHe could make it sound like the end of the worldA fire, the flick of a knifeHe could squeeze it slow and masterfulLike the hand that brought the world to life

Together we strolled in sculptured gardensPassed the sleepy afternoonMaids were dartin' back and forthFrom a window came a violin tuneAngels, dressed as nurses toyed with playin' cardsLooters sprung from prisons filled the yard

A yellow sun hung low and dawned,And as it dippedJimi stood up straight, grinnedAnd shook his velvet hips

Callin' himself King ElectricIn the evening he went wildPlayed on a dozen stagesIn the clubs of New York -Lit the city end to endWired it up, fired it upScarved, bejewelled, long-legged, snake-limbedAthletic, driven, dangerous